Monday, October 31, 2016

all souls'


to know our dead
is to know the landscape
of our hearts

the scars and jagged places
the straight and plain

it is not wrong for your loved one
to be remembered

not wrong for you to think
on the curve of their cheek
and the back of their fist

and just this once
not wrong
to murmur their name
no sin,

only the sick shiver risk
of them murmuring yours
in return

to name is to know
speak my dead
and i flinch
bone deep

these things are secrets
unknown
unsaid
unheard

and the darkness perpetual
the fear eternal
the stakes,
unbearable

only today
only today
the light of these candles
gold, black, white
pools on the altars:

your heart and mine

and shows these things
in such flickering shadowscape
as to be borne

and in the movement
of darkness
your lips speak my names
mine, yours

and we flicker in and out
of such knowing
as is unspeakable
only fit for God

and yet today
as right and meet
as your skin feels
on mine 

to know our dead
is to know the landscape
of our hearts



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